At Sea

I am standing on a raft in a cold sea,
Where killer whales frolic.
Marooned and bobbing in the water,
The chilly waves slosh over the sides
And slop about my feet.
The raft is an old front door of mine
Painted through the ages "Rectory Red,"
"Great Barrier Pink,"
And most recently
"There She Blue."
Icebergs loom in the distance
Against a frozen grey
Sky. Snow flurries down
Like shaken dandruff.
Even if I got there, I ruminate,
At the horizon,
Would it be any better than here?
Polar bears with purple tongues dipping their noses
In my blood red spreading out
Over the snow, the sharp tangy scent of iron
In the frozen air. Lamenting the lack of blubber,
They’ll make do on sour internal organs.
Below in the midnight deep
leopard seals are circling, awaiting fat little penguins,
To plop off the ice bergs,
And the killer whales are bounding and leaping in
The middle distance.